[Introduction] (Yo) Frequencies, energy, time and space It all relates [Verse 1] (Yo, yo) Where we're living is grief stricken by disease ridden conditions Fiends coke sniffing The snow driven Heroin addicts chasing dragons and thieving to support them habits Supplied by thugs who sell bobby Then there's sluts who sell their bodies From flats parallel to damp stairwells and dark lobbies where Samael dwells His cleats are foggy Entrenched with the stench of dishonesty A criminal dichotomy Where police sieze drugs and deal them back to us Double the price The hustle's vice Locked and boxed in a system where betrayal kissed them An usurper bit him My pens Orwellian Fake emcees I bury them Like a thousand skeletons located in a mass grave Left by European colonialists who massacred slaves African descendancy Panoramic elegies Spoken by a tamarin orator Shootouts in front of corner stores My metaphors depict the bondage of the moors Broken liquor bottles Busy alleys Sins, roach clips Soulless with the chrome spits Overshadowed by Apophis [Interlude] The earliest African civilisation came up from Egypt Going back to the Predynastic period of Egypt And when the first Dynastic period was started it was started by an African named Narmer Long before there was an Abraham Long before there was a Moses Long before the European's creation stories [Verse 2] His slave name was Daniel From within the lions den His mentality was mangled by uncontrolled predators Prone to violent outbursts, tempestuous He saw life through the eyes of the drugged, drunk and impetuous Seduced by temptresses who hide death's intentions beneath their dresses Street whores who feed off wars and the spilling of blood Due to the lies of a slut this one time he knifed up this nigga in a club Saw himself as untouchable, but really he was the most gullible As he proceeded down the stairwell to hell He looked up to OG's who had been to jail Until he saw his bredren through a peephole hanging motionless from a rope in a cell Hellacious bastard visions Formed from a fatherless upbringing He loved to fuck women, but ducked out before the love hit him Another victim processed by the hood life He served a [?] price An unsanitised paradigm A harmful example of this Western world where the forgetful fell Into the hands of Canaan The beast of man, his number is six Unbeknown to this Daniel's twenty-three and shooting off sticks Seducing chicks, moving bricks by the truckload A cutthroat who could've been a young utmost But the right knowledge was never given Instead he's tasting the dream of better living For the secular perspective of existentialism Said he wants diamond rings, and twenty-four inch rims and drop top cars He wants to pop bras He wants Cartier's and Rolex's, bottles of Moët and a gold neckless Meaningless possessions he's willing to die for His ex-girl had him jumped on a sidewalk That very same night he got smoked like Guy Fawkes Got two in the stomach and one in his chest Over his cold corpse his mother wept For her son who was misguided Tricked by the lies of a shrinking violet Inscriptions written on papyrus For the youngers and old-timers On these roads where soles are frozen like the tears of lifers And our seeds are born lifeless [Outro] (Yeah) Triple Darkness Cyrus Malachi Jon Phonics productions (Yeah) We need to open up our eyes Become deities once again [Outro: Shabazz the Disciple] The game never change, only the players While some inherit castles and thrones Some end up death bed layers The game never change, only the players While some inherit castles and thrones Some end up death bed layers The game never change, only the players While some inherit castles and thrones Some end up death bed layers
Read the complete lyrics to "The Lions Den" by Jon Phonics from the album "Half Past Calm" in 2008. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.
"The Lions Den" is performed by Jon Phonics. from the album "Half Past Calm" in 2008 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL.
Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data.
If you enjoy "The Lions Den", explore more songs by Jon Phonics using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.
"The Lions Den" is credited to Jon Phonics. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.
"The Lions Den" appears on "Half Past Calm" in 2008.
Visit the Jon Phonics artist page at /artist/jon-phonics for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.
